MILITARY DETENTION FACILITY
Ash stood in Miguel’s office, arms crossed, her brow furrowed as she finished going over the latest intel. “Still no solid lead on Martin West,” she said, voice tight with frustration. “We’ve tapped every source we can think of—internal, external. Nothing. It’s like he vanished into thin air.”
Miguel sat behind his desk, his eyes fixed on the scattered files before him. But his mind was clearly elsewhere—somewhere deeper, darker. His phone buzzed beside him for what seemed like the fifth time since Ash walked in. He didn’t even flinch.
Ash noticed. “You’ve been ignoring that since I came in,” she said carefully. “Should I come back later so you can take the call?”
Miguel didn’t lift his head. “It’s not important.”
The phone buzzed again.
BUZZ!
Ash tilted
